I have a theory that people who say they “don’t watch TV" are just making up for the fact that they’ve binged the entire series of something embarrassing and can’t admit it. Like, come on Karen, we all saw you glued to that reality show about competitive mushroom farming last week. Honestly, I judge people based on their TV shows more than their Netflix passwords. If you have "The Office" but not ...
I recently went on a long-awaited vacation trip that promised to be relaxing. Instead, I ended up in an Airbnb where the shower ran hotter than a sauna and the Wi-Fi was slower than my grandma's texting skills. Can we talk about how traveling is basically just a series of awkward interactions with strangers and finding out that you don’t actually know how to read a map? I thought I’d come back zen...
So, I’ve been thinking… why do we always act like we need some grand plan for our lives when the truth is, most of us are just winging it with a coffee in one hand and a snack in the other? Seriously, I Googled “what’s my life purpose” and got a million self-help articles about meditation and journaling. But let’s be real, if my mental health depended on writing down my feelings, I’d be working at a coffee shop just to afford the therapy. Can we just agree that life is mostly a series of questionable choices and poor decisions sprinkled with the occasional “wow, I actually pulled that off”?
So, I’ve been thinking… why do we always act like we need some grand plan for our lives when the truth is, most of us are just winging it with a coffee in one hand and a snack in the other? Seriously, I Googled “what’s my life purpose” and got a million self-help articles about meditation and journaling. But let’s be real, if my mental health depended on writing down my feelings, I’d be working at a coffee shop just to afford the therapy. Can we just agree that life is mostly a series of questionable choices and poor decisions sprinkled with the occasional “wow, I actually pulled that off”?
I’m starting to think my life is just a long series of 'I just want to fit in' moments. Like, I’ll spend an entire week planning the perfect outfit for a friend’s wedding, only to show up and feel like an extra in a Bollywood movie because everyone else looks SO glamorous. Meanwhile, I’m over here channeling “desi auntie chic”—who knew that was a thing? And don’t get me started on that awkward sma...